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Echoes of Justice
In the hallways where silence reigns,
Anger simmers beneath the chains,
Ryan, the Deputy, stands tall,
His words a tempest, shattering the wall.
Cries for justice, muted, fade,
Lost in papers, a bureaucratic cascade,
Promises written in invisible ink,
As dreams of change begin to sink.
Voices rise but drown in the sea,
Of red tape and protocol’s decree,
Yet Ryan believes, holds fierce the flame,
For in every heart, it's never the same.
So he pens his wrath with ink-stained fingers,
In hope a revolution lingers,
For when the cries finally reach the shore,
A wave of justice will rise, and roar.
Echoes of Lost Potential
In halls where echoes linger softly,
Ryan's voice, a thunderous chime,
Whispers of promise, now drift aloofly,
Neglected dreams suffocate in time.
Classrooms once vibrant, filled with laughter,
Now shadows cast by dusty light,
Lost potential, a curious drafter,
Wanders through pages of faded sight.
Chalk-stained thoughts on the chalkboard's face,
Each mark a promise that never ignites,
Anger's a fire in this weary space,
Where aspirations dim into the nights.
Yet within these walls, a flicker remains,
Hope’s stubborn thread entwined with despair,
May Ryan's words ease the restless chains,
And breathe life anew into the air.
Band-Aids and Bruises
In the hallways echo sharp refrains,
Ryan, the Deputy, wears his disdain.
A band-aid solution, quick to apply,
But deep in the wounds, the infections lie.
With reprimands dressed in authority's guise,
We patch up the cracks but ignore the cries.
'Take a seat, fix your problems with ease,'
Yet silence seeps deeper, like whispers in trees.
Anger is fire, it burns bright and bold,
Yet we smother it quick, leaving stories untold.
Oh, Ryan knows well, as he shuffles and scorns,
That band-aids won't heal what the spirit still mourns.
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